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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.