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 Jordan 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Evens to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Nico,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.