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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Television,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.