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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Franke,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.