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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Magma,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.