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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.