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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
Qualms,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.