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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 R.M.O. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.