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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.