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 Libya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Real Kids,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Wire,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.