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 Canada and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.