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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.