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 Albania and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Slits to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.