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 Antigua and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.