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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Supertramp,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.