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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fortunes to the grime 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.