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 Lebanon 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.