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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
The United States of America,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Lightning Bolt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.