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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
Roxette,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.