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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.