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 Korea North 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Trumans Water,
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.