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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
June of 44,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.