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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.