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 Libya and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.