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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 B.T. Express to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.