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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.