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 Malta and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.