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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
the Association,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.