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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.