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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
John Foxx,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.