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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.