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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Martian,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.