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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brand Nubian to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.