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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
Urselle,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.