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 Namibia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
June Days,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
MC5,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.