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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Hashim,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Popol Vuh,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Inner City,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.