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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.