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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Skatalites,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.