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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 David Bowie 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.