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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Little Man to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
The Blues Magoos,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.