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 China and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Smog,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.