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 Micronesia 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.