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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Kinks to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Television,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.