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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
New Order,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.