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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Audionom,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Young Marble Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.