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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins 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?
Wire,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.