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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.