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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Duran Duran to the funk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Franke,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.