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 Haiti and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Television,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.