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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.