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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wire to the jazz 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.