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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Q65,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.