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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.