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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.