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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.