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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Accadde A,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.