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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Vogues to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.