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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Terry Callier to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.