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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.