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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Magazine,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Scott Walker,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.