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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.