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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Litter,
cv313,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Make Up,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Names,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.