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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
cv313,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.