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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Zapp,
MDC,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.