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 Australia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.