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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Grauzone to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
The Associates,
Ten City,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.