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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.