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 Niger and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.