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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
June Days,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Gong,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.