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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Qualms to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Neu!,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.