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 Laos and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Hashim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.