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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brick,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.