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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Hardrive,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.