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 Cameroon and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.