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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Carl Craig,
The Kinks,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Porter Ricks,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronan,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.