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 Romania and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Throbbing Gristle,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.