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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Black Bananas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Hoover,
MC5,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.