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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.