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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Magma,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
the Association,
Warsaw,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
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Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.