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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.