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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.