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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Neu!,
Agent Orange,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.