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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Nik Kershaw,
Ice-T,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.