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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Womack,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Index,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.