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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
The Names,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.