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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.