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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.