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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Gichy Dan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Khruangbin,
Silicon Teens,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.