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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.