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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Organ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.