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 Lithuania and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Pole,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.