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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Nas,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
MDC,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.