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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Chrome,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.