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 St Lucia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Slave to the grime 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
Hasil Adkins,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.