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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Happenings,
Smog,
10cc,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
John Foxx,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.