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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Duran Duran,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.