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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.