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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.