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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
New Order,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.