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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.