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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Fear,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Erasure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.