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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wire,
Magazine,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Mark Hollis,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
June Days,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.