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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Todd Rundgren,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.