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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
the Association,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.