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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.