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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.