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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
the Germs,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.