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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the electroclash 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Jandek,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.