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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Names to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
cv313,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
John Holt,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.