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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
Josef K,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Stereo Dub,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.