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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
the Germs,
X-102,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
EPMD,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.