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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Flipper,
Brick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.