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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.