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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.