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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.