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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.