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 Austria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Guru Guru to the punk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.