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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
Rapeman,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.