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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.