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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Morten Harket,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fear,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.