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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heaven 17,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
The Fall,
The Names,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Sister Nancy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.