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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.