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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
World's Most,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.