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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Martian,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.