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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Sun Ra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.