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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Siglo XX,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.