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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.