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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Chrome,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.