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 Serbia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the electroclash 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Index,
Pantytec,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Franke,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.