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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.