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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Visage,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Index,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.