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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.