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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the grime 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.