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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.