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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.