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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
the Germs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.