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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Y Pants,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Japan,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.