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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Techniques to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Infiniti,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.