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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Can,
Joe Finger,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.