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 San Marino 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.