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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scratch Acid 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Joey Negro,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.