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 Suriname and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.