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 Austria and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Slits,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Roxy Music,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Make Up,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.