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 Tonga and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.