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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.