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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Technova,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.