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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nico to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.