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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Monolake,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.