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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Kayak,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Skriet,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.