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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Erasure,
Television,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.