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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.