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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Main Source,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Organ,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slick Rick,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
The Motions,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Easy Going,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.