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 Japan 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.