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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
X-101,
Swans,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.