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 Zambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Index,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.