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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Howard Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
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.