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 Nauru and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.