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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crime,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.