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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.