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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.