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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slits,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.