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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Move to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese 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?
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flash Fearless,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.