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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 snare 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 Lyres to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.