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 Gabon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
the Normal,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.