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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Index to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.