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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the techno 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.