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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.