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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Brick,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Shoche,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.