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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Heaven 17 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.