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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Niagra,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.