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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Chris & Cosey,
Al Stewart,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.