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 Chad and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.