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 Senegal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
The Victims,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
The Cure,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.