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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the punk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.