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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Searchers,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.