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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Heaven 17 to the grime 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Rekid,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gladiators,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.