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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.