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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.