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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.