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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rod Modell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.