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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chrome 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Fear,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.