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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Stetsasonic,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.