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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
The Martian,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.