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 Albania and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Vainqueur to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Japan,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.