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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 chamberlin 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Slave,
Skaos,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.