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 Gambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.