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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Soul II Soul to the techno 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.