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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Unwound,
DNA,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.