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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.