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 Iran 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
X-102,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.