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 Gambia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.