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 China and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Busters to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.