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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the grime 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Banda Bassotti,
World's Most,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.