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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 David McCallum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.