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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
CMW,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
X-101,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.