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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Index,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.