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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 China Crisis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.