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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Blossom Toes,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.