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 Togo 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
The Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Amazonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.