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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Scion,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.