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 Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Clear Light,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.