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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Darondo,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
The Mojo Men,
The Doors,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.