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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.