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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.