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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.