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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Young Marble Giants,
The United States of America,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.