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 Africa and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Visage,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.