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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.