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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.