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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Gichy Dan,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.