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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
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New Order,
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.