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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hardrive,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.