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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.