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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Altered Images to the rap 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Scion,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.