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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Television,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Crime,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.