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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Wings,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.