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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yazoo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.