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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.