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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.