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 Slovakia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.