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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Sparks,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.