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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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?
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Isaac Hayes,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.