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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Lightning Bolt,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Deadbeat,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.