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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget to the electroclash 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Brick,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.