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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.