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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Television,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
The Beau Brummels,
Blake Baxter,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Saints,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.