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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.