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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Slave,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.