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 Nigeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Franke,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.