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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Halifax and Bologna.
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 808 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 Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Hoover,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.