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 Macedonia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.