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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Babytalk,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.