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 Slovakia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Busters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.