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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Television,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.