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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
The Move,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.