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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Smog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.