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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Echospace to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.