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 Chile and from Tehran.
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 Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.