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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Talk Talk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Index,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.