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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.