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 Djibouti and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.