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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Rotary Connection to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Bluetip,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Scan 7,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.