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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.