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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Pagans 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Don Cherry,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.