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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Country Teasers,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Television,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Little Man,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.