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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Zapp,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Steve Hackett,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.