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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.