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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.