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 Maldives 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.