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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.