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 Mozambique and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
The Kinks,
Slave,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.