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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Y Pants,
Scion,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Eve St. Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.