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 Oman and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Anakelly 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Pierre Henry,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.