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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Bronski Beat,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.