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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Ultimate Spinach,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
The Techniques,
The Busters,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.