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 Andorra 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q and Not U,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Interpol,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.