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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 sitar 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nas,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.