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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Suicide,
June of 44,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
UT,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.