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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.