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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.