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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Whodini 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis 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?
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.