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 New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.