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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The United States of America,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.