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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Au Pairs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.