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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.