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 Canada and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Nico 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Y Pants,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.