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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Audionom,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.