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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.