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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.