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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.