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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.