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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.