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 Angola and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
X-101,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.