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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Crooked Eye,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.