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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
ABBA,
Monks,
Sandy B,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.