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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Bobby Womack to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Television,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Slick Rick,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.