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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.