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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Hardrive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.