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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Visage,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.