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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.