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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
DNA,
Black Moon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.