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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Country Teasers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.