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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Nas,
Crime,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.