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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
F. McDonald,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.