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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Motorama,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.