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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Gong,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
The Fugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
Royal Trux,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.