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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
June Days,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
Faust,
The Move,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.