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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Parry Music 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantytec,
Vladislav Delay,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.