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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Roger Hodgson,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.