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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.