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 New Zealand and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.