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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.