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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 The Wake to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Television,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.