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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.