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 Mozambique and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Raincoats,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Oneida,
Slave,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.