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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Connie Case,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
B.T. Express,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.