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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.