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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Radiohead,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Oneida,
ABC,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.