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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugs to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.