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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.