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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.