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 Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Hot Snakes,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.