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 Maldives and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.