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 Argentina and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.