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 Bahamas and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.