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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the punk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.