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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Motorama,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Main Source,
Rekid,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.