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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
UT,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Erasure,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.