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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Index,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Jacques Brel,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.