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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.