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 Malaysia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.