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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Half Japanese,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Alice Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.