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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.