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-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Star Department to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Sam Rivers,
The Slits,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.