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 Mexico and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
ABC,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
MDC,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.