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 Sweden and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.