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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
The Move,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Minor Threat,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.