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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.