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 Korea North and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Move to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.