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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.