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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gong to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Hashim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ohio Players,
Sugar Minott,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.