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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.