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 Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.