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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.