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 Ukraine and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispian St. Peters,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.