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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Buzzcocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.