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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.