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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.