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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.