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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
The Names,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
UT,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.