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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
10cc,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Motorama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
X-101,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.