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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.