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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Blossom Toes,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.