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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Moebius,
ABC,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swans,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
Ronan,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.