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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.