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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.