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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.