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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
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 organ 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
UT,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.