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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Television,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Guru Guru,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.