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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Pantaleimon,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
ABC,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Sparks,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.