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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.