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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Patti Smith to the funk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Magma,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.