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 Korea South and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.