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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Magma,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.