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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.