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 Macedonia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Al Stewart to the funk 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Franke,
Pierre Henry,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Popol Vuh,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dead C,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.