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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.