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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.