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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Mars to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Darondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camouflage,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.