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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Talk Talk,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.