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 Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Can,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.