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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Darondo to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.