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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Remains to the techno 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Cameo,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.