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 Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Lakeside,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Maleditus Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.