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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
DNA,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Warsaw,
Brick,
John Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.