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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.