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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.