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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.