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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Gladiators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Smog,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.