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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the grunge 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
New York Dolls,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.