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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Maurizio to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.