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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Quando Quango,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.