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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.