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 Ireland and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.