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 Mexico and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Niagra 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.