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 Turkey and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.