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 Colombia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Boredoms,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Interpol,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.