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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.