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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Radiohead,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.