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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
The Walker Brothers,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.