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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
ABBA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Moon,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.