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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.