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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Interpol,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.