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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
ABBA,
Magma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Gichy Dan,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.