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 Swaziland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.