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 Suriname 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.