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 Estonia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.