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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 The Monochrome Set 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
World's Most,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
UT,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.