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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultravox,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.