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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.