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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick May,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
The Cure,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
Mars,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.