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 Egypt and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Organ,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.