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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.