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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.