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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Desert Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Cybotron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.