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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bush Tetras,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.