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 South Sudan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.