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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Nico,
The Doors,
Chrome,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.