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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Bad Manners,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.