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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stereo Dub to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Can,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.