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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.