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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
This Heat,
Alton Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
the Normal,
New Order,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.