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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 This Heat to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.