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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.