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 Togo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Pulsallama,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.