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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
The Grass Roots,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.