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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.