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 Argentina 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
F. McDonald,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-Ray Spex,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.