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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico 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?
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Nico,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Franke,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.