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 Slovenia and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
UT,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.