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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Fear,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.