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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.