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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.