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 New Zealand and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
The Doobie Brothers,
Josef K,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
the Germs,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.