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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
David Axelrod,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.