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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Can,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.