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 Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Can,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.