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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.