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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.