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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
The Techniques,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.