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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Hoover,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.