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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
John Holt,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.