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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.