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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The United States of America,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.