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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Crime to the dance 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Nas,
Alphaville,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
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.