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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
ABC,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.