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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.