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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
Marmalade,
Crime,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.