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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.