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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.