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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.