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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.