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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Faraquet to the rock 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.