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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Pus,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.