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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.