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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Lyres,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.