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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.