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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Five Americans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.