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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
New Order,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.