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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Jerry's Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Porter Ricks,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Faust,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.