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 Barbados and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Letta Mbulu,
The Victims,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.