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 Iceland and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Count Five to the rap 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
The Human League,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.