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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.