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 Dominica and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.