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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Sonics to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.