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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Symarip,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
The Mojo Men,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Mo-Dettes,
World's Most,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.