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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.