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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Maurizio,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Skaos,
Japan,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Darondo,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.