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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Echospace,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.