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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Skaos,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Nico,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.