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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin to the dance 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.