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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.