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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Franke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.