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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Scion,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.