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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Barracudas to the dance 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.