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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Barry Ungar to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yusef Lateef,
Lindisfarne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scion,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.