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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Can,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.