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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.