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 China and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Kenny Larkin,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.