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 Italy and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Urselle,
Model 500,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.