Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
the Normal,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Deepchord,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.