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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.