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 Kosovo and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the disco 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Bluetip,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.