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 Spain and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Organ to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.