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 Grenada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.