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 Austria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Mantronix,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.