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 St Lucia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.