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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
Yaz,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Quadrant,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.