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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.