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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.