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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.