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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
the Association,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.