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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.