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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.