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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Real Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
UT,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Television,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Arab on Radar,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.