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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.