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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
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 808 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 The Shadows of Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
Tres Demented,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
Ituana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
the Association,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.