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 Guatemala and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.