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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Connie Case,
Eli Mardock,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
DNA,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.