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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Slave,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.