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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Ossler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.