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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Ten City,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.