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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.