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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Crime,
cv313,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.