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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.