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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.