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 Grenada 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
The Move,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.