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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.