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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.