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 Poland and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the grime 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Tears for Fears,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.