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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Faust,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.