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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.