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 Portugal and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
The Move,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
John Holt,
Cameo,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Andrew Hill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.