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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.