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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 The Cure to the rock 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Swans,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.