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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.