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 Tunisia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Mad Mike to the grime 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.