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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Hashim,
UT,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.