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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Sun City Girls to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Can,
Henry Cow,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.