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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the disco 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.