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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Eric Dolphy,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.