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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
UT,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
Depeche Mode,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.