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 France and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the funk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Janne Schatter,
Yellowson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Faust,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.