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 Palau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.