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 Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Section 25,
10cc,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.