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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Gang of Four,
Index,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.