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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.