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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.