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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.