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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the punk 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Blake Baxter,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.