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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The United States of America to the electroclash 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Gong,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.