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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Ohio Players,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.