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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
the Germs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.