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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
DNA,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Mary Jane Girls,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.