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 Nauru and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.