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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.