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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.