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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.