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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.