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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Bang On A Can,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Franke,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
10cc,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.