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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.