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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.